It’s a cold day in November; winter has just swept in. I’ve made my way past
the glitter of the King’s Road to a cozy house in Chelsea. Here, a fire
blazes in the grate of a sitting room piled with books, its walls hung with
elegant modern art, its tables set about with family photographs. But let’s
imagine: what if nothing was as it seems? “You can’t live without trust,”
William Boyd says simply. “Whether it’s your cleaning lady or your doctor,
your husband or your wife. It’s so hardwired into our human discourse, so
that when you don’t